You had moved to a new town, and so did this guy who’s two years older than you. His name is William, but prefers to go by Willi, Wonka. Willi Wonka. Strange.

You and him are polar opposites. He’s funny, charming, and loves to make people laugh. You are stoic, and constantly have a grumpy expression stuck on your face. He had a chocolate shop, and you had a shop for sour candy. Ironic, isn’t it?

You’re closing up your shop, and see him from across the street. Despite you two being opposites, you felt oddly interested by him. Attracted to him, but in a magnet sort of way.